You don’t have a library card?
Heathen.
But I’ll take the hug anyway.
And Lizard, I’ve found that I can be friends with men without the sex factor - I can be just friends with a guy and not have ulterior motives.
:raises hand:
I’d like someone to cook for me. I haven’t quite got this cooking for one thing figured out.
As for me, I’d just like a few more friends no matter what their gender. My college friends are all elsewhere, I lived with my parents out in the boonies for a while and now that I’ve moved in to the city I’m busy studying for the MCAT. I currently have a grand total of 1 friend in the area. Two more weeks until the MCAT and then I swear I’ll get out and meet some people.
I wish I had someone to cook for.
I’ve been wanting to cook another two-kilo prime rib, with some Yorkshire pudding. But four days of prime rib gets a little tiresome.
I miss holding hands. And kissing. And other things.
Actually, I was just teasing about the library card. I have one, I just don’t use it. Of course, maybe if there was a nice lady librarian waiting there to hug me, it would be a different story. 
And, I meant to address your point about male/female friendships. I, for one, have had quite a number of female friends, in the past. Nothing sexual; not even any interest in some cases. I relate better to women, for some reason. Probably, growing up with just a mother and a sister had something to do with it.
Chest hair? I should really stop dating those prepubescents and pretty boys.
I’ve always enjoyed the friendship of men just as much as that of women. In fact, unless there’s sexual tension, my friendships with males usually feel so much easier because there’s not any of the “girl politics” underfoot.
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Hey, how do you feel about motorcycle and airplane rides?
Airplanes are cool. Never been on a motorcycle.
And Davebear, if you didn’t have a library card, I’d have had to ignore any further posts in this thread. Since you say you do…then I can talk back to ya.
Interestingly, I’ve met very few women who had this problem. From the male end it reminds me of that show on Discovery Channel about sex appeal. Anyone ever seen it?
Ok, here’s the rundown:
A man standing in a bar in Brazil or something, sees a woman walk by, and the narrator comes on to explain what’s happening. The man’s pupils dilate, hair stands up on the back of his neck, nostrils flare, heart rate speeds up, ect. As the narrator is clarifying this for us, the screen is filled with close up images of back hair growing, teeth elongating, and pants expanding. It repeats for this guy every time a woman walks by, and you’re thinking, “Is he really turned on, or becoming a werewolf?”
If I were a woman I’d run away. As a man, who loves women, I’m beginning to form relationships with women that don’t include any sex factors, so I think it’s possible.
Oh, yeah. My wife is going to kill me later. Needless to say, Jetgirl is not a man who loves women.
And it wasn’t just the library card he was talking about!
Bada-boom!
[sub]Thank you, I’ll be here all week. Tip your waiters and waitresses well![/sub]
Damn, I wouldn’t be much use to some of you ladies if I were single. Highish voice, negligible chest hair…but I’m told I’m a good hugger, though.
But I do have a library card. And I use it often, thanks to the excellent Southern Maryland library system. 
Well, I have a muscular, hairy chest combined with strong arms and a resonant, masculine voice, but I don’t think I’d be any good to the OP.
Although I am always open to a cup of tea and chatting about books.
Oh, I’d love a prime rib. I’ll definitely hold hands for it. No tongues!
Ha! I was wondering when a guy would respond to that! :p\
Ah, the age old question of whether men and women can be just friends. When my daughters became dating age, in addition to the sex lecture from mom, their dad had them watch “When Harry Met Sally” (much to their dismay) to illustrate the Billy Crystal character’s premise that men and women can never just be friends, that sex always gets in the way. So far they have both done very well in trying to disprove that premise; they both have worked the two boyfriend thing - one “boyfriend” and one male “best friend”. I maintain that the best friends would secretly rather be the boyfriend but they don’t push it for fear of screwing up the good thing they have.
Watcher, that is always the way it goes. Men have female friends they would take a roll with if they could and those that they wouldn’t. The ones that they wouldn’t are only because they want something more.
As to sex in the library, it rocks but you have to be quite. Better in the big university libraries with lots of isolated stacks.
Lsura, I can relate. When a woman holds you like she is holding onto her rock, when she snuggles into the crook of your arm, when she runs her fingers through your chest hair, it just makes you feel… like a man. It stresses our masculinity to us and makes us feel wonderful, sex or no. It makes us feel like a protector, strong. Tapping some very primative instincts there. God I need a woman now.
Hmmm, I have [counts] five library cards. And I love to cook. A bit sparse on the chest hair, though. Am I still eligible?
Quite what?
I DO have a library card. Maybe I should start hanging out at the library more.
Lsura, tell you what, I’ll be more than happy to come down there, lounge around in my underwear, burp, fart, scratch myself, and do all the other “manly” things (like say, “Honey, get me a beer, wouldja?”) for which we’re known for! By the time I’m done, you won’t care if you see another man again! (I’m kidding, of course.)
I do know what you mean. It’s been at least a year, if not two, since I’ve been physically close to a female. Again, it’s not the sex that’s so important (though that is nice), it’s just feeling another person that’s important. The one thing that I miss most of all about being in a relationship, is lying there in bed a night, and hearing someone else sleeping next to me. To be able to hug a flesh and blood being, as I slept, instead of a pillow, is something that I’d gladly kill for.
I miss the width of their arms, the curve of their backs, and of course the chest hair. I miss man-hands. I miss the way men smell. Every man has a different smell, and although some are more pleasant than others, I miss the smells in general. I haven’t seen my brother in four months, and I even miss his stinky self. I also miss the very different perspective to life that they offer. I spend all day working with women and children, and it’s lovely to have a cup of tea in the evening with a grown man just to hear his perspective.
On the train yesterday, I listened to three men discuss work, dating, and families for over an hour. I’m fairly sure I enjoyed their conversation far more than they did.
Ah. I was wondering…